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date="2021-10-30"

title="Chapter VII Accountability"

weight="138421"

series = ["I’m Really Scared"]

mode = "manual"

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"Hangcheng Evening News" is a local newspaper with a small reputation.

In other words, the paper media has declined in recent years. Except for the more famous newspapers, most of them have no reputation.

The newspaper office has a small office space, and there are not so many messy departments.

In addition to the news department where ordinary reporters like Guan Shan work, there are the editorial department, the typesetting room, the newspaper storage room, the editor-in-chief's office and the independent offices of several leaders. There is also a temporary dormitory that is not usually used.

Guan Shan got out of the elevator running through the center of the building and turned right from the reception desk.

Passing by the toilet, on the left is the large office belonging to the Ministry of Information.

As soon as Guan Shan walked to the door, he heard Deputy Editor-in-Chief Jiang Siyan's loud voice: "Tell me, it is clear that the scene of the fire was less than 100 meters away from the newspaper office. As a result, our source of material was the citizen hotline and other media. , There is no first-hand material, all leftovers eaten by others, are you embarrassed? Huh?"

The title of the deputy editor-in-chief sounds quite bluffing, but there are three deputy editor-in-chief in the "Hangcheng Evening News", and Jiang Siyan is only one of them.

In addition, there is an editor-in-chief who also serves as the president, which constitutes the entire leadership.

Under normal circumstances, the three deputy editors take turns in the office, once a week.

It was Jiang Siyan's turn this week.

Although Guan Shan has only worked in the newspaper for half a year, he has roughly grasped the tempers of the three deputy editors.

In general, the other two don't usually do much, only when they encounter big things, they will come out and nag.

Only this Jiang Siyan likes to do two things most, one is to teach, the other is to grasp the typical.

"The words are already doing... the rest, I'm afraid they will be caught typical."

Guan Shan secretly secretly said that something was wrong in his heart, and resignedly opened the door.

"Crunch—"

The sound of the metal frames of the frosted glass doors rubbing against each other attracted the attention of everyone in the office.

Guan Shan, who opened the door and walked in, immediately attracted the attention of all the staff.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes were in silence, brushing the ground, looking over from the inside and out, the pressure was no less than that of the chef who had run over like a mountain of meat for a while.

Shen Dinghua is among them.

The girl hid in the corner of the workstation, holding her head secretly looking sideways, her eyes revealing a trace of concern.

Guan Shan smiled at her, then turned around cheeky, and slightly bent over to Jiang Siyan and nodded casually: "Mr. Jiang is good."

——The term "Mr. Jiang" was learned by Guan Shan from a few senior reporters. It is said that Jiang Siyan himself is particularly fond of being called by others.

Jiang Siyan is in his forties, in a suit and leather shoes, with a pedantic look, gold-wire glasses and a big back. His hair is half black and white, and he is meticulously combed.

When stared straight over, felt like was caught by the dean of the dean of bad things in high school.

Guan Shan turned his head to Peng Fei, the director of the news department standing on the other side, and greeted him.

Peng Fei is a chubby middle-aged man with a very honest face. At this moment, he winks at Guan Shan and hints that he is "not good."

In this atmosphere, the blind knows that the situation is not good... He turned silently and walked towards his position, praying that it would be best to be fooled.

It's a pity that things backfired.

"stop."

Jiang Siyan spoke in a deep voice and knocked on the desk in front of him: "Guan Shan, I see yesterday's check-in record. Are you the last one to leave?"

Sure enough... it started!

Guan Shan's belly slandered, a little impatient because of extreme sleepiness.

He sighed inwardly, nodded and said, "It's me. I left after correcting the two editions of the e-newsletter yesterday. Mr. Jiang, is there any problem?"

Jiang Siyan suddenly lowered his face and said, "What's the problem? Do you know about the SX snack fire yesterday?"

Guan Shan nodded naturally.

Before speaking, Jiang Siyan continued: "The police informed that the fire broke out at about one o'clock. You left at 12:30. I remember that you were going home and you were on the way. As a result, you couldn't even provide any clues. , Where is your ability as a reporter?"

There is really no sense in this statement, it is pure anger.

Guan Shan just hit the muzzle, let him play by the question!

In normal times, Guan Shan will definitely follow him at this time, um, ah, deal with it and it will be over.

But today is different.

At the thrilling moment of life and death last night, the fear, anger, and tension caused by this still lingered in Guan Shan's mind.

Although these are just simulated images, they are almost the same as the real ones. No normal person can be calm after experiencing these.

What's more, he almost stayed up all night, and got up to go to work in the morning.

At this moment, he was blamed for no reason.

Guan Shan's emotions were a little surging, but he still pressed the fire and said: "Mr. Jiang, you can't help telling the facts? It's half an hour from 12:30 to 1:00. SX snacks are 500 meters away from the newspaper. , Even if I walk slowly, I can’t see the store for half an hour. How can I provide clues?"

Jiang Siyan also didn't expect that the little reporter who had only been here for half a year would dare to refute, but he was worried that the three sticks of old dough sticks would not be able to beat him, and there was no place to show his majesty.

This kid is the material delivered to the door!

Jiang Siyan sneered inwardly and said: "Oh? If you can't see the store, you can always see the smoke? If you can't see the smoke, you can always hear the police siren, right?"

"If something goes wrong, don't pay attention to anything. I think you either have no journalist quality at all, or you are just lazy!"

He lowered his face and pointed at Guan Shan: "I think, people like you don't have enough business ability, and even more lack of enthusiasm. They don't improve the newspaper at all. What are you going to do?"

trouble making! Reverse black and white!

Even if Guan Shan could bear it, Shen Dinghua couldn’t bear it. She stood up and said, “Deputy Editor Jiang, Guan Shan stayed so late last night because of the electronic layout. After finishing all the manuscripts, she was the last employee who left. In your eyes, is there no business ability and no enthusiasm?"

Shen Dinghua said every word: "Are you planning to deny the significance of employees' efforts?"

Jiang Siyan was noncommittal: "If the work is done, it doesn't mean it's done well-why don't you send me the documents and let me see what it has been done?"

He turned his head and looked at Guan Shan with a condescending and leisurely expression.

Make it clear that he is the boss. Is this manuscript well written? Isn't he in charge?

Hard, hard fist!

Guan Shan was about to laugh with anger, took a deep breath, walked in front of Jiang Siyan, looked directly at each other, and said: "No, Mr. Jiang, since you think the reporter's ability lies in those photos, then... if I can get it. Where is it?"

He stared at the other person: "If I can get a picture of the fire scene, what would you say?"

What do you say, do I still listen to you? !

Regardless of whether you can get this photo, you will either bow your head or be fired by me today!

Jiang Siyan's first reaction was to stop him, after all, he came to Liwei, not really asking for any photos.

But when the words came to lips, couldn't speak.

He suddenly noticed that there was only one step between him and Guan Shan.

Too close...this distance is too close!

At this close distance, Jiang Siyan felt nervous inexplicably, his suit and tie seemed to be strangled, and a dangerous warning enough to make his scalp numb slightly made him swallow the words.

The youth in front of him looked very tired at the moment, and his eyes were bright and ordinary.

But it just made him feel a little bit soft...

Jiang Siyan's momentum suddenly dropped, and after a few laps in his stomach, his exit became: "What do you say... Then, then count you as capable!"

The people below who kept their ears erected were stunned. Has this "Jiang Kongjing" changed sex today?

Just now there was a posture of playing people to death, so why do you "calculate you have the ability" now?

"Knocking."

Suddenly, there was a crisp knock on the door.

"So noisy, what are you doing?"

A soft but majestic voice sounded.

Everyone followed the sound, and a woman in a beige dress was standing by the door.

Her long dark hair was rolled up behind her head, and a beautiful face with elegant elegance and classic beauty gleamed in the morning light. The slender and graceful calf under the skirt was evenly composed.

Peng Fei hurried up to the side: "Hello, President."

The visitor was Li Zhiying, the editor-in-chief and president of the "Hangcheng Evening News".